He grabbed my thighs, leaving his fingerprints imprinted on my creamy flesh and pulling me in an atmosphere of longing and desire that I have craved for so long. The air was thick, every breath I drew held a promise of wildness and uninhibited freedom. The lights in the club danced above me, and I felt the intoxication wash over me and not from the alcohol alone but his electrifying touch on my body – sharp and tingling, seeping into my veins and igniting a fire within me that burned bright and unruly.
We were at the corner in the club where the lights were the dimmest and his hands roamed my body as I pulled him in for another electrifying kiss that set my soul on fire. He licked my lips and slowly his teeth grazed them before moving to the succulent part of my neck, that soft spot that sent me over the rails. A soft moan escaped my lips as I tugged on his hair holding him closer to me because I didn’t want to him to be apart from me. He grabbed my ass, his hands now reaching to heat between my legs and he called my name softly.
“Oh Jessica,” his voice was silk, delicate and smooth like honey that flowed, “Look at you, burning for me.”
My eyes searched his in the darkness, hoping he’d actually see the desire that burned in my eyes when our bodies intertwined like this. His fingers found my nipples through my dress, hardening at his touch mimicking the bone in his trousers.
“You’re so beautiful Jessica.” he whispered softly in my ears before nibbling on my ear lobe. I closed my eyes, surrendering to the intoxication of his touch. His hands slid down from breast, gliding over my skin, memorizing every contour, every curve of my skinny frame.
“I want you.” I whispered back impatiently, my body gyrated because I wanted him – no, I needed him. I needed to feel him way deeper than I could process, deeper than my body could handle. That was what happened when you frolicked with the devil, and he ignited desires that only him could quench.
“How badly do you want me?” he asked me now biting my flesh hard that a raw groan escaped my lips.
“I could die.” raw, unfiltered desires radiated off me and he turned me around, pulling me closer and lifting my dress up, I moaned again.
But just as the dream reached its climax, a sudden jolt of reality pulled me from the depths of desire. I opened my eyes to find myself lying in bed, the morning sunlight filtering through the curtains, my heart pounding from the sultry dream I just had and right there beside me was my boyfriend – Nathan Gold staring at me while I had been dreaming about my ex boyfriend from my wild child past.
Could he tell? Did he know I had been dreaming about the man who had in fact ruined my life?
“Good morning pumpkin.” Nathan greeted me, placing a simple kiss on my temple with a smile on his face, he was about to pull away when I held unto him with what I perceived to be a raunchy look on my face.
“Five more minutes.” I grumbled, snuggling up next to him and pulling us deep underneath the covers. My whole body still burned from my dream and I needed Shawn to quench the heat that burned within me. I pulled his face closer to mine and I kissed him deeply, drawing him closer to mine just like the devil had done in my dream. I wanted to Nathan to make me feel like that, I wanted his hands to roam the smooth curves on my body till I turned to jelly but just as I was about to get into the kiss, he pulled away and standing up from the bed completely.
“Don’t you have a big presentation this morning?” he said looking at me, his eyes glazed over with a certain kind of seriousness that annoyed me so I rolled my eyes and sat upright on the bed. Who cared about a presentation when the fire between my legs were begging to be quenched, but Nathan was barely paying any attention to me anymore so I slid off the bed to him, thankfully I wore my skimpy pj’s to bed the night before exposing my smooth bare legs. I moved towards him now and wrapped my fingers around his neck and making another attempt to kiss him.
“A few minutes won’t hurt anybody.”
“Jessica,” Nathan called now, “I have a big case today and I’m yet to review my files, you have a presentation to bag investors. Sex should be the last thing on your mind now.” He said to me and sometimes I forgot he was a big shot lawyer that loved his job more than anything and not even me trying to seduce him could distract him.
“Fine.” I pulled my hands off him, my voice laced with disappointment which he didn’t seem to notice and I made my way to the bathroom.
Later on, I walked into P&H advertising LTD, the advertising company that I worked at as a content writer and junior consultant determined to put the sultry dream at the back of head and move on with my life. No more reminiscing about him; my ex or the life I used to have. I was done with that and it was the sole reason I had moved away with Nathan, to move on with my life and forget about him.
“Ready for your big presentation?” Cara Joan fell into step with me as we walked in together, she offered me a big smile which helped calm the nerves that were slowly building at the pit of my stomach. Her afro hair was tied up in a neat bun that structured her face perfectly. Her lips stained red and her black heels clanked in rhythm with mine.
“Not even in the slightest.” I said back, suddenly feeling the impact of my presentation on the company. We were running a deal with a new automobile company and if I was able to bag them with my presentation, I was looking at a possible promotion.
“I’m sure you’ll be fine.” Cara said, then she stopped just before she walked into her cubicle.
“Did you hear the CEO was coming in today to listen to you, apparently this is a big deal for the company.”
“What CEO?” I said, the anxious feeling returning and a feeling of dread that I was going to fuck it up. I had enough pressure on me already about the presentation with the perspiration already building across my forehead ruining the makeup I had spent a longer time than intended applying before my eyeliner smudged a bit with my failed attempt of drawing a wing, I had considered it manageable, then a CEO I have never heard about coming to listen to was enough to break me. I didn’t work well under pressure.
“The owner of K&H advertising, the company you’ve been working for over some months now” she said and I gave her a blank stare, because it wasn’t ringing a bell at all.
“We have a CEO?” I was more than shocked because I had never heard of him “I thought it was owned probably by a group of individuals or something like that”
“We do have a CEO Jessica and word on the street is that he’s insanely hot and drop dead gorgeous, so just giving you a heads up so you don’t start stuttering when he walks in like you usually do, remember chicken restaurant incident last month.”
I shuddered as I remembered exactly what she was talking about, the chicken incident right! I had flunked the presentation because the owner of the restaurant had the eyes like that of a hawk and it scared all the preparedness out of me.
I rolled my eyes playfully at her, “It’s not my fault he looked so scary and besides I have a boyfriend Cara, I’m not going to stutter at some ghost drop dead gorgeous CEO that I have never met before as long as he has normal looking eyes.”
Cara shot me a look before sauntered away, “Well good luck, I’ll be rooting for you.”
By the time it was time for the presentation, my veins pulsed with anxiety but I had drank enough cups of coffee to keep my eyes wild and my brain focused yet my fingers trembled, I walked briskly to the podium as the rest of my colleagues trooped in one of after the other, followed by the investors of the automobile company with their eyes fixed on me and a determined look on their faces. I skimmed through my notes for a last minute touch up. I took a deep breath, and looked up at everyone.
“Good morning everyone.” I greeted, a large and almost genuine smile plastered on my face as I was already to commence the presentation.
“Today I’ll be talking about the best strategies to promote Venzos automobile industry and for the first point – ” I paused as I saw him walk in, dressed in a sleek black suit and his eyes covered with dark sunglasses but he took them off and locked eyes with me, I saw the shock that registered on his face that equally mirrored mine and I began to stutter.
“We’ll be starting with social – social – media and – cont – content – ” it was difficult to keep up not with those piercing eyes staring back at me.
It was him in the flesh – Parrish Holmes – my ex that had in fact ruined my life and invaded my dreams leaving me all hot and bothered. That was when it clicked P&H Advertising – Parrish Holmes.
Oh shit!
I didn’t even speak of the devil, I had barely thought of him and he was right in front me holding my stare with those delicious looking eyes that had once always caught me in a trance.
The memories came rushing back in while I stood rooted to the ground, the good memories mostly tainted with the bad ones, the traumas that had sent me running and desperately wanting to start afresh. I closed my eyes shut, my eyelids fluttered with the previous night’s dream – his hands sinking into my flesh and pulling me closer to him in that forbidden embrace.Why am I thinking about that? Jessica focus!This is your chance for a big promotion!When I opened my eyes to their confused and expectant stare, my head went blank because Parrish had still not taken his eyes off me. I could see it in his eyes – the shock was slowly morphing to confusion and annoyance.“My first point is – social media and – ” the words were unwilling to flow out of my mouth and I couldn’t take it anymore not with my head flowing with the memories that I’d rather stay forgotten so I dashed out of the room to catch my breath. My vision blurred as I leaned with my hands on the white painted walls, my chest h
Jessica's POVI felt the anger radiate through my entire body, visibly shaking and rocking with a vexation I didn’t know I could possess.“I give you two weeks to bag this deal, or you’re fired.” the words echoed in my head repeatedly in his voice as I stormed out of the office and a collapsed on a bench, my heart still pounding behind my chest. Parrish had changed so much, his voice, his aura, his body – he was so different than the Parrish I remembered and it picked at my curiosity.“Look at you, burning for me.”“How badly do you want me?”“Oh Jessica!”I closed my eyes as images of the dream still flashed across my mind, unwilling to go away but a constant reminder of an unquenched desire that still fluttered in my belly - a desire that had been festering for years since I moved away to California, a desire that I knew Parrish was the only one who could sate.Oh – I was in deep trouble, I thought as I felt the conflictions rise within me. How was I supposed to focus with Parrish
Before I could say anything else, Parrish had slammed his car door and drove speedily away and I released a breath I didn’t realize I had been holding. I focused on Nathan trying to hold his stare with the same intensity as I had with Parrish just a few moments ago, to ease off the tension that had slowly built but I still felt the slight tremble of my fingers and I placed then on Nathan’s shoulder to steady myself.“How was the presentation honey, I’m sure you wowed them.” Nathan said now, thrusting the bouquet of red roses in my hands.I hated red roses but I took them from Nathan still and I pouted, “No I flunked the deal.”Nathan paused, “Oh dear, what happened?”“Well the CEO walked in who turns out to be my ex boyfriend and I froze and couldn’t speak anymore, and yes I had a sex dream about him last night which I wanted to continue with you but you’re so in love with your job so yes that’s that.”There was no way in hell I was going to say that to Nathan and still keep my relati
The first time I met Parrish was in my second year of college. The campus had been buzzing for weels before that night—exams were over and it was time to let loose, and summer break was close enough to taste. Sophie had been buzzing with a certain energy that she could only expel at the club, Sophie loved to party and by extension she pulled me into the mix and her energy was contagious and i was high already off her excitement.That night, e dressed to turn heads—short skirts, glitter shimmering on our skin, and heels higher than our self esteem. By the time we reached the club, the music was already shaking the streets, merging with the laughter of people prepped for the same wild night. Sweaty bodies, the air clouded with smoke, intoxicating us already before we even had the chance to gulp down a shot.“This is fucking crazy!” Sophie's voice barely cut through the blaring music, but I grinned and nodded, too electrified to care about anything else. She yanked me close and poured a
“Want to grab a drink?” That question, asked in his car on that fateful night, still lingers in my memory. He didn’t ask it with lust, but with a certain curiosity, like he wanted to figure me out, and I was more than willing to let him. I had just met him, but I was willing to show him all of me, I was ready to bare out my soul to him, I wanted to be the right girl for him. Strange, isn't it?I didn’t feel like playing the good girl that night like I usually did —alcohol had already stripped me of that persona, leaving behind a reckless hunger to let loose.“Sure,” I replied with a playful smile. “Got a place in mind?”“Yeah—mine.” The confidence in his voice was intoxicating, drawing me in deeper into his world. Before I knew it, I was stepping through the grand entrance of his father’s mansion.“My dad’s away for a bit, so the place is all mine.” he said, shooting me a glance as if to guage my reaction, but I was simply half drunk ad just excited to be there, I didn't understand wha
**PRESENT**After storming out of Sophie's house, my feet moved automatically, taking me far from the betrayal I’d just uncovered. I collapsed onto a bench on a nearby street, the cold metal biting into my legs as my mind spun. My thoughts crashed and tangled like waves in a storm. Why? Why did it have to be him? My ex, in her house? Naked?How long have they been together? Are they even together?The questions spiraled relentlessly, gnawing at my sanity, each one twisting the knife deeper. I tried to lose myself in the passing crowds, hoping that watching the ebb and flow of people might soothe the turmoil inside me. But it didn’t help."Jessica!" Sophie's voice shattered my stillness. She jogged over, breathless, her eyes wide with worry as she plopped down beside me on the bench."Can you let me explain, at least - please" she said, her voice shaky. But I cut through her words before she could even begin."How long have you two been sleeping together?" My voice was a flat monotone,
**PARRISH'S POV**"Was she going to be there tonight?" The thought echoed relentlessly as I adjusted my tie, staring at my reflection. A mix of anticipation and anxiety churned in my chest. Seeing her again wasn’t something I could just walk into casually.Was she still angry about the threat? God, I never meant to fire her. She had to know that. The memories of us — the tension, the passion — surged back, dragging guilt along with them. I had shattered her, left her in pieces with the cruel words I spat after that terrible night, five years ago and I hadn’t seen her since. Maybe this was the universe’s twisted way of giving me a second chance, though knowing myself, I’d only screw it up again.And I already, allowing Sophie to lure me back into her den.I considered skipping the night entirely. What if I ruined it for her, especially if she was there with *him*? The image of them of her face when she had seen me in Sophie's house and half naked made my jaw tighten. Maybe I was better
**JESSICA'S POV**I was expecting Nathan to ask about Parrish, but the silence in the car was deafening. He sat next to me, fuming, while I was too drunk to care. My mind kept drifting back to Parrish. Even now, I couldn’t shake the image of him out of my head. The quiet hum of the engine and the blur of passing headlights became background noise to the storm brewing inside me.Without warning, Nathan slammed the brakes, jolting me forward. We had arrived home, but he didn’t turn off the engine. He just sat there, gripping the wheel, his jaw clenched.“What the hell is your problem, Jess?” His voice was sharp, cutting through the silence.“What the hell?!” I shot back, confused and still half-dazed from the alcohol.“I told you I had work to do tonight. Why do you always—"“Oh, I’m sorry," I interrupted him, my voice dripping with sarcasm, "that you couldn’t spare five minutes to pick up your drunk girlfriend from the club."“I wouldn’t have had to if you didn’t get drunk in the first
The first thing I noticed when I woke was the glaring white of the ceiling tiles above me. My head was pounding, a dull throb that matched the steady beeping of the heart monitor beside me. My left arm felt like it was on fire, the sharp ache traveling all the way up to my shoulder with every shallow breath I took. I turned my head slowly, grimacing at the tug of the IV taped to my hand, and tried to sit up.“Jessica!”The voice startled me. Before I could move any further, someone was by my side, their hands hovering as if afraid to touch me. Blinking against the bright overhead lights, I finally focused on the face leaning over me.Parrish.His dark hair was disheveled, as though he’d run his hands through it a dozen times in frustration. His sharp features looked haggard, the stubble on his jaw more pronounced than usual. His eyes—those piercing, intense eyes—were clouded with an emotion I couldn’t immediately place. Worry? Guilt?I stiffened, the tension in my body making my arm th
PARRISH’S POV“Here’s spider” I called in a dramatic tone and entering the scene right on time from where I had watched it all unfold. My chest still tightened and a surge of anger rush through my veins when I saw Jessica’s hands saely tucked in that guys hold. I didn’t really know who he was but apparently he owned the restaurant Jessica worked in, how convenient was it? Even when I had walked in to the ceremony and seen him pull her protectively to his side, his suddenly meeting mine and smirking at the obvious annoyance that struck across my face. I could smack him, fly to him with my fist itching to push his proud jaw but I managed to hold myself back. I knew why I was here and it wasn’t for a bloody fundraiser, I wasn’t even invited but this was the only chance I had to save her – the love of my life from what Mr. Venza and my father were planning.How did I find out? It was an easy sunny day and I had decided it was a good day to finally accept my father’s invitation to the gold
The bell tower chimed, cold breeze blew and my exposed skin swelled with goosebumps. I tried to find any point of escape but from the looks of it there was no way I was going to outrun any of these hard looking men without either getting gunned down, or getting grabbed immediately because I wasn’t covering any reasonable distance in these heels. Why did I choose to wear these length on a day that I knew that my life was most likely going to be in danger. I knew it, I called it, I senses it but still I was the most unprepared for it. But another note, what could I have done to prevent it?‘Maybe stay at home’ a tiny voice sliced through my ears and I rolled my eyes at my own thoughts. What if whoever it was came to find me at home and I was home alone with no one to protect me, no one but my fragile self who couldn’t even kill a roach.“What’s going on?” I manage to croak out to Matteo who even seemed as confused as myself, but he pushed me conveniently behind me and he stood tall to f
The second rose weighed heavily on my mind while I sat numbly in the cab home. As soon as I stepped inside my apartment, I placed it next to the bouquet from the previous morning. The fresh bloom stood out starkly against the older flowers, both beautiful and unsettling. Why did I bring it home with me? I wasn’t sure but somehow it felt like a puzzle itching to be solved, it felt like someone was baiting me, setting an obvious trap and hoping that I was stupid enough to fall.I sat at my kitchen table with both notes laid out in front of me. The first note, with its chilling message—"Don't think I've forgotten about you, Miss Jessica Peters"—and the second, more elegant but equally cryptic—"See you at the fundraiser."The handwriting on the first note was more refined, with graceful loops and flourishes, while the second note was plain, almost hurried. Despite their differences, both notes carried a similar weight, a sense of being watched, of someone out there knowing more about my l
Don’t think I’ve forgotten about you Miss Jessica Peters.The words seemed to echo in the silent room as I read the words over and over again in my head, trying to fix the invisible dots together. Who could have sent this? I turned the card over a few times and when no clue was forthcoming to my brain, I took the bouquet inside and I dropped it on the counter in the kitchen.The next day, I got ready for work, slipping on a pencil gown and tying my hair up in the sleekest ponytail my hands could do, a little red lipstick and a dab of sultry perfume adorning my neck and wrist. Walking into the restaurant that morning, it was still quiet and devoid of patrons giving us time to put everything together and prepare for the day. The familiar scent of rich sauces and freshly baked bread reached my nostrils as I made my way to the kitchen.But as I moved through the kitchen, I felt the tension immediately. There was Matteo, at the counter, reviewing a file and I paused. What was he doing here
JESSICA’S POVThe cold night’s air felt like a splash of cold water on my face, the street light cast long shadows on the pavement where we stood and it created a cinematic glow that only heightened the gravity of the vengeful kiss I shared with Matteo.I reached up, my fingers trembling slightly as I touched Matteo’s face, drawing him closer to me. His lips were soft and surprisingly gentle when they met mine. At first, it was slow – tender and a careful dance of sweetness that contrasted sharply with the whirlwind of conflicting emotions that I was feeling at the moment. But the tenderness didn’t last – the kiss deepened. Matteo’s hands sliding around my waist, pulling me dangerously close. The sweetness gave way to growing hunger, a wild intensity that made my heart race and my breath catch in my throat, although the fire that burned inside of him probably stemming from lust and desire, but mine burned from a place of anger and revenge.His kiss was no longer gentle; it was fervent
JESSICA’S POV“It didn’t mean anything Jess – I swear” Parrish was saying to me but I was barely looking at him even though I allowed his words to diffuse through me – instead of sadness or any sort of mushy emotions I was seething with anger.“I was drunk – lost – confused and I was grieving – and I – I – I just needed someone to talk to”“You could’ve talked to me!” I yelled at him “I was right there – begging you to talk to me, begging you to see me but you got into your car and went to fuck my best friend”“No it’s not – it’s not like that. It wasn’t that easy, I didn’t want to hurt you anymore and – ”I scoffed this time, interrupting his words “That’s all you ever do Parrish – hurt me and hurt me over and over again”“You were not supposed to find out this way” Parrish said with a sullen expression. His face was drawn with guilt and I could see his eyes sag with exhaustion.“It doesn’t change the fact that it happened” I said back “You slept with her, you fucked her while I was
SOME DRUNKEN YEARS AGOPARRISH’S POVI remember how it felt – the days leading from Jessica father’s death. I had been so ridden with guilt that I could barely look her in the eye.“Nothing good is going to come out from you still seeing her – end it now” my father had said to me but it was easier for him to say when he didn’t understand the circumstances surrounding it. She was carrying my child – a fact that I never told my father. How could I just leave her?I knew I was pulling away when she needed me to from but subconsciously and consciously too, but in a fucked up way I wanted her to hate me and break up with me. But everything started falling apart when she woke up in the middle of night with blood pooling between her legs. I had jumped up in a fright, silently praying that it wasn’t more serious. But when the doctor had spewed the words ‘miscarriage’ – I felt liberated.It felt like there was nothing else tying me to her and it’ll be easier to let go but still – I couldn’t. I
PARRISH’S POV“Oh damn” I exclaimed as I peeked at my watch to find out I had drowned myself in work way too long this time, it was crawling late into the night but I was still seated at my desk pushing myself into files that didn’t need my attention at all. But it was the only way to keep her out of my mind – damn it was even harder to say her name. I fucked, I knew I had fucked up but I never thought she’d find out what happened all those years ago. When Sophie had called me with panic in her voice and all teary, I knew that it was over – I was going to lose her for good. When she texted that we were done, I figured that it’d be for the better. I had done so many things to hurt her, so many unexplainable things that were unforgivable. So I figured, maybe we weren’t meant to be, maybe I was just a passing figure in her life that was created to hurt her and that thought alone nearly drove me over the edge of insanity. But that was what I did – I let her go.I glanced at my phone for w